As I said in my writings about my
first meeting with Francesca, I don't know why we didn't keep in touch. The clues were there: after our first meeting my first meeting with the Italian ballbuster, which was probably my sensual and passionate experience with a dominant woman, she'd asked me to keep in touch and message her while I was away for Christmas.
This should have been the first clue that she liked me, and looking back at how much fun we had together now and how natural our play was, I don't know why I didn't message her over Christmas, and I don't know why this was the last time I saw Francesca.
I did get in touch with Francesca early in the new year and asked if she'd like to come over again. She agreed, but made it clear that she was upset that I didn't message her over Christmas. She said that because of this, she wasn't going to go as easy on me this time.
Our naughty date started with me kneeling on the bed, looking up into the big brown eyes of Francesca. She tugged at the shoulder of my t-shirt and ordered, "Take it off." I did as I was told. She went straight for my nipples, pinching them and making me squirm uncomfortably. Thankfully, she relented quickly and instructed me to take the rest of my clothes off. I stood up beside the bed and dropped my jeans.
Francesca sat on the end of the bed. I stood in front of her and found myself naturally taking the stance of a submissive who'd been threatened with ballbusting - my legs slightly spread and my hands behind my back. Francesca looked up at me and smiled, not breaking eye contact as she took her socks off. I knew what was coming. She pulled up her trouser legs slightly and stood, waving at me with a hand to instruct me to step back.
Then, without any warning, she swung her foot into my balls, driven by her heavy leg. I grunted, but the pain was bearable. Without saying a word, she kicked me in the balls four more times, each one felt harder and stronger than the last. She continued to dish out kicks, around 20 in total, in bursts of about four or five, giving me a chance to recover in between. The last kick of each round, being noticeably harder than those that preceded it, caused me to double over in pain.
Francesca left me standing naked in front of her as she removed her white vest top, her trousers, and her black panties. She stood before me wearing just a black bra. Her curvy body excited me, especially her smooth, shaved pussy that I'd enjoyed eating so much last time.
She sat on the edge of the bed and snapped, "Stand here." I moved closer to her. For the first time since our play began, Francesca broke eye contact with me, shifting her attention to my cock and balls. She gripped my erection tightly in one hand and, with her other, began to slap my balls with the back of her hand. I winced as she delivered smack after smack to my orbs, unable to pull away from her tight grip.
Eventually she stopped slapping me and looked up, once again resuming eye contact, but her smile was gone. Francesca said, "I told you I wanted... just... one... message," punctuating each word with an uppercut to my balls. She followed this up with more slaps, until the pain became too much, and I instinctively covered my groin with my hands to protect myself.
Francesca stood up, I knew to step back and give her space. She kicked me in the balls four more times before ordering, "Lie on the bed. On your back." Now standing over me at the foot of the bed, Francesca continued to smack my balls. She really wasn't going easy on me this time. Her punishment was relentless, and there was none of the affection or kissing that we'd shared during our previous encounter.
After ten hard slaps, I once again tried to protect myself with my hands. Francesca said in a stern voice, "Take your hands off." I did as I was told, giving Francesca the chance to attack my nuts with four more very hard smacks, which resulted in my rolling on to my side to escape the painful assault. Showing mercy, Francesca allowed me to roll around on the bed in pain for a moment, cupping my balls for comfort.
Then she resumed her onslaught. After peeling my fingers away from my balls, she smacked them three or four times. Then, showing some compassion and affection for the first time, she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently. I relaxed and moaned in response to her soft hand on my shaft. But the pleasurable moment ended swiftly, as Francesca's hand grabbed my balls and squeezed them. I moaned in agony as she tightened her grip. I was almost screaming as she tormented my balls before relenting and going back to stroking my cock. After a few more light strokes, she delivered some more slaps to my now-stinging balls.
I'd introduced Francesca to my BDSM toy box the last time she'd met, but this time she'd been keen to try out some more of the toys and torture devices. She started with my black acrylic penis pump, pushing the clear tube over my hard cock until the rubber seal at the base made contact with my pelvis. Holding the pump against me with one hand, she took the hand-operated pump in the other and began to squeeze it in order to suck the air out from around my shaft.
The created vacuum can be quite uncomfortable, even mildly painful, as it draws blood into the shaft and engorges it. Francesca experimented with the device, taking it slow, but the pressure was building inside the tube, a stinging suction that felt like a constant pulling.
"How long can you take this?" Francesca asked after sucking as much air out of the device as she could. I replied in a pained whisper, "As long as you want me to." She toyed with the pump a little, tugging at it to see how stuck it was, before releasing a little air with the appropriate nozzle, only to squeeze the pump and increase the suction yet again. Finally, Francesca tugged hard on the pump. It made an unfortunate fart-like sound as it was pulled away from my pelvis, but I was more focussed on the relief as my throbbing cock was instantly returned to a normal environment.
Once released from the tube, Francesca took my throbbing cock in her hand and once again stroked it gently for a minute or so. Focussing on the head of my cock, she rubbed my pre-cum around, heightening the sensation. It was a welcome break from her torment.
Francesca then told me to get up, and she lay back on the bed. Beckoning me with her finger, I knew what to do. Crawling between her legs, I kissed her pretty pussy before opening up her hairless lips with my tongue and finding her clit. With her hands now on the back of my head, pulling me into her body, I explored her wet slit with my tongue, occasionally sucking her clit into my mouth. Eventually, her breathing became erratic, and her large thigh clamped around my head. Thrusting back against my face, she came with several satisfied moans before pushing my tongue away from her now sensitive and engorged clitoris.
Francesca shifted across the bed and said, "Come here." I climbed up the bed and lay next to her. She placed her hand on my cheek, turned my face to hers, and kissed me deeply. We kissed as her hand moved down my chest, past my teased cock, and found my balls. She squeezed my balls as she kissed me, occasionally breaking away so that she could observe the look on my face and my reaction to the pain she was causing me.
Towards the end of our time together, Francesca asked to try my electric shock device. She watched intently as I slipped it on. It consisted of a small conductive ring that I slipped over my erection and pushed down to the base. I then pushed my balls through a slightly large ring to complete the circuit. The rings were connected to a controller that I handed to Francesca.
I lay back on the bed, and Francesca knelt beside me as she experimented with the device. She started on a low setting and watched my reaction as the electricity pulsed through my genitals. As she got comfortable with the controls and my reaction, she pushed it further, turning the device up higher until I writhed and moaned in pain.
She stood above now at the foot of the bed, the controller still in her hand, as she toyed with the device, sending jolts of electricity through my cock and balls. The device now almost constantly turned up to full power. To add to the torment, she picked up a riding crop from my toy box and began to slap the tip of my cock with it as the current continued to flow through my balls.
It seemed that Francesca was finally satisfied with the punishment I'd taken, and when she asked me to fuck her, I was quick to fulfil her request, once again enjoying the rare opportunity to have sex with a dominant playmate. Perhaps she was blurring the boundaries a little, but cumming inside her was a satisfying ending to our encounter.
